Friday, November 2, 2012

My last
same-day commute from Falköping to Stockholm and back is finally in the books.
It truly feels unreal.

When I
take the train back up to Stockholm on Monday morning, I’ll spend the night
there. Not in a hotel room. Not at someone else’s apartment. At my own place.

I’ve
covered 682 kilometers (424 miles) of rail virtually every weekday for the
better part of 14 months. That’s close to six hours a day on trains.

During
that time, I’ve circumnavigated the globe THREE TIMES. As I’ll now have the
opportunity to start reflecting on what I’ve done, that statistic alone is
incomprehensible.

I say
I’ve spent close to six hours a day on trains but in reality my actual daily
commute during this year-plus, to each of three different offices with two
companies, has always been longer than six. For the last half-year, this has
been the routine:

I set
alarms for 5:03, 5:11 and 5:25 every weekday morning. I’m a sound sleeper and I
usually haven’t gone to bed until 1 a.m. or later, anyway, so I always ignore
the first alarm. If I don’t hear the second one, though, I’m in trouble. Not
only will I not have time for breakfast, I’ll only have about 20 minutes to
shower, get dressed and do anything else I need to do to get out the door.

The train
leaves Falköping Central at 6:03 a.m. and our apartment is 1.1 kilometers (.8
miles) away. I’ve never missed a train on a morning that I made it out the door
but I’ve come pretty close. If I leave home at 5:45-5:47 I have no problem as
long as I take long strides, but if it’s 5:48-5:50 I’m in various states of
trouble and won’t make it without some short stretches of jogging.

Unless
it’s winter, the train is probably on time and as long as there are no signal
failures along the way it’s a relatively quick trip of 2 hours, 32 minutes — an
average of 135 kilometers (84 miles) per hour including four stops along the
way.

When I
get to Stockholm I’ve got a short walk to the subway, where I return to the
rails for three quick stops. Then it’s about a five-minute walk from that
station to my office. If everything has been on time, it’s 8:55. Depending on
what time I left home, that’s 3:05-3:10, one-way.

I’ve been
very fortunate that, for a town as small as Falköping is, we have arguably the
best train service in the entire country. The only two direct trains to
Stockholm each day are 6:03 and 7:05 a.m., and there have been plenty of times
I missed the first one in favor of an extra hour in bed and was still able to
be in the office by 10 a.m.

I’ve been
even more fortunate to have incredibly understanding employers who have
routinely let me do my last 60-90 minutes to finish my 7.5-hour workday from
the only direct train back to Falköping.

It leaves
Stockholm Central at 4:36 every afternoon, so I’ve had to leave the office by
4:15. If it’s on time it gets back to Falköping at 7:04 p.m. I’m usually
pretty tired by then so I walk a bit slower on the way home than I do on the
way to the station in the morning. I’m usually in the door right around
7:20, so that’s also 3:05 to get home.

So there it is, my
6:10-6:15 daily commute. There isn’t much I’m going to miss about it, that’s
for sure.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

I use quotation marks because even though I’ve been back in
the country almost three weeks since my last international trip, I’ve still
spent less than 80 percent of those 800 days in Sweden.

That’s right. I’ve been away from Sweden a little more than
1 of every 5 days since I’ve called it “home.” Between vacations to Scotland,
Italy, Germany, Denmark, Norway, the Netherlands and Belgium, and SEVEN trips
back to the U.S. in 26 months, I’ve spent 166 of those 800 outside of Sweden.
That’s 20.75 percent, a pretty ridiculous number when you really think about
it.

Granted there have been some extenuating circumstances, but
how could I ever hope or expect to assimilate myself into a culture when I’m
never here long enough to feel settled?

I do miss the States — the people, the food, the weather,
the sports — quite often, and despite how often I’ve been back to visit in
these first two-plus years it never feels like I have time to see everyone or
do everything. Still, I’m starting to recognize I’ll be doing myself a
disservice if I keep this pace up.

Not that I probably could, anyway. Even though some of that
travel has been made possible by Sweden’s very generous paid vacation benefits,
much of it also occurred while I was underemployed (and even unemployed for a
time).

Now that I’m continuing to establish myself professionally
with a great company in an exciting industry, and even though my job has
brought and will bring more opportunities for travel, I won’t have that kind of
time to vacation on the other side of the world anymore.

Not to mention the fact that if Sweden truly is my current
“home” — for whatever period of time I choose it to be that, since I’ve been
granted permanent residency this week — I shouldn’t want to be away so often,
anyway, right?

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Over the years I’ve learned the secrets of successful
grilling from two charcoal masters, my dad and Dan Squier. When Amanda’s family
bought me a beautiful new gas grill for my 25th birthday, I was very
appreciative but a bit apprehensive at the same time.

For different reasons — poor late-spring weather, a month
back in the States and a long evening commute, among others — it took more than
three months before I finally grilled with gas for the first time.

I’ve used it a few times since and I really like the
push-button convenience and ability to use dials to control and maintain a
desired temperature, but I miss the intense smells and flavors of charcoal
grilling. I also think the latter experience is more hands-on, but on the other
hand it’s much messier than gas.

There are other pros and cons for both barbecue methods and
you can even throw electric grilling into the ring. I’ll probably never fully commit
to one technique. Even though I have an awesome gas grill now I still think
there’s a time and a place for charcoal every once in a while. You just can’t
beat the smoky flavor.

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Fokus is Sweden’s leading weekly news magazine. It features national
and global stories on politics, the economy and culture. Think Newsweek meets
The Economist.

Since its launch in 2005, Fokus has ranked the country’s 290
municipalities each year to determine the overall best place to live based on
more than 40 factors that fall into five overall best categories: to be young,
to be old, to have a family, to work, and for fundamentals such as housing
values, crime and suicide rates, health statistics and protected environmental
areas.

Falköping ranked
68th overall in the new rankings Fokus released today to crack the
top 25 percent, up 62 spots from its 2011 mark.

Our town scored in the top quarter in
buying a house (17), divorce rate (50), unemployment development (50) and environmentally
protected areas (72), and top fifth in two of the “best to be old” categories.

We ranked in the lowest quarter,
though, in business climate (232, the justification for my commute), achieved goals
in school (243) and beach length (280, we don’t have any beaches).

Habo, a tiny town of 7,000 near Sweden’s second largest lake about 30 minutes
south of us, earned the top overall ranking.

Many of the other results were pretty predictable.
Many of the rich Stockholm suburbs are ranked in the top 20, while the capital
itself is 54 this year. Sweden’s two big university towns, Lund in the south
and Uppsala north of Stockholm, ranked 3 and 29, respectively.

At 68, Falköping ranked behind Amanda’s university
town, Jönköping
(27), as well as nearby Skövde (33), but ahead of Sweden’s nicest ski
village, Åre
(72), the closest town to the summer house, Falkenberg (134), and significantly
ahead of Sweden’s second and third cities, Göteborg (207) and Malmö (284), the latter of which slipped 97
spots since last year’s rankings and has earned a negative reputation for its
recent crime.

Fokus compiled the rankings using
numbers from administrative agency Statistics Sweden and the National Public
Health Institute, so they’re more objective than one might think. Still, you
can’t take these things too seriously — especially if your municipality isn’t highly
ranked, I guess.

I’ve been to many cities and towns in central
and southern Sweden, and while Falköping
may leave me feeling a bit under stimulated at times, overall I believe it’s very
deserving of its 2012 ranking and significant improvement from a year ago.

Sunday, April 29, 2012

For more than 50 winters, Sweden has held an annual music competition called Melodifestivalen — you guessed it, “The Melody Festival” — to select the Swedish representative for the Eurovision Song Contest in May.

I had never heard of Eurovision before moving across the pond, which some might call embarrassing considering how musically connected I consider myself.

In any event, the European Broadcasting Union settled on an international song contest when exploring ways to bring its member countries together in the years following World War II.

Participating countries perform their song on live TV and then use a positional vote system to award 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10 and 12 points to other countries’ songs, with a country’s favorite song being given 12 points.
Determining the overall winner is quite a process, and global audience numbers have topped 600 million. Eurovision is credited with launching the international careers of ABBA, which won for Sweden in 1974 with “Waterloo,” and Celine Dion, who won for Switzerland in 1988.

Sweden makes a huge deal out of its eight-week Melodifestivalen. It’s far and away the most popular Swedish TV program. Of the 9.1 million people living in the country in 2007, 4 million watched the final.

Public phone votes and panels of jurors have equal weight in selecting the Swedish winner, but from what I’m told, it’s taken a very radio-friendly pop song no matter what to win the contest in recent years. That sure was true this year, as you’ll hear below. Loreen beat Danny in a two-horse race for the honor of representing Sweden in Azerbaijan a few weeks from now.

One band that appeared to win a lot of new fans throughout the competition before falling short in the semifinals is Dead By April. Wikipedia describes them as “Pop-Metal.” Their Spotify bio says “metalcore.” iTunes simply classifies them as “rock.”

I’m not quite sure how to describe Dead By April. They’re like a fusion of a boy band and a hardcore punk band. Think, maybe, Backstreet Boys meet The Used or 30 Seconds to Mars.

I’ve never really been a fan of any genre of guitar music, other than maybe country. My musical tastes are almost exclusively rap and R&B, and with a growing amount of trance. Never any type of rock whatsoever.

But I think Dead By April have kind of a nice sound. The interspersed screaming probably threw a lot of people off during Melodifestivalen and undoubtedly didn’t earn the band any of Sweden’s pensioner votes. I can’t really take it seriously, either. I find myself laughing every time Jimmie does his thing. But it seems so difficult to do I’m also sort of fascinated, so I have to see it live.

Tomorrow is Valborg, a big spring kickoff festival in Sweden and other countries in Northern Europe. The bar up on Mösseberg here in Falköping somehow landed Dead By April for the evening, which is an accomplishment considering the small size of our town and the fact that the band is a pretty big name in Sweden. As you’d expect, the town is abuzz.

It promises to be a very different concert experience for me and I’m looking forward to it.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

There are so many things I love about living in Sweden. I probably haven’t made that clear enough over the last 18 months.

But no matter how many things you love about any place you call home for any period of time, there will inevitably be something you can’t stand.

One of the only things I’m still having a really tough time adjusting to even after a year and a half in this wonderful country is the unaccommodating business hours.

And I’m not just talking about Systembolaget, the government-run alcohol monopoly with some of the worst hours you could imagine. If you’re unfamiliar, catch up here.

No, it extends far past Systembolaget to virtually every type of business.

Below are major examples (and pictures, because you probably won’t even believe the words you read).

For comparison, I’ll also refer to some businesses in my hometown of Arcata, which had a population of 17,231 at the 2010 census. In the same year, my current town in Sweden had 16,350 inhabitants. For all intents and purposes, Arcata and Falköping are the same size.

Buying Food

Falköping has six grocery stories — four Swedish (two ICAs, a Coop, and a Willy’s), a Danish discount (Netto) and a German discount (Lidl).

ICA and Coop have the best hours. They’re open from 8 a.m. to 9 p.m., seven days a week.

Willy’s, where Amanda and I do most of our shopping, has the same schedule except on Sunday, when it opens two hours later.

No grocery store is open before 8 a.m. or after 9 p.m. I find that ridiculous, but that’s because I’m accustomed to much more flexible hours.

Statoil, an overpriced gas station with a “convenience” store that defies the term, is the only place in town you can get any small selection of groceries before 8 a.m. or after 9 p.m.

I’m not sure how convenient it can really be considered, though, since it’s only open from 6 a.m. to midnight on weekdays and 8 a.m. to midnight on weekends.

If you want any type of food at all after midnight, it’s the McDonald’s drive-thru until 1 a.m.

After that, your only option is pizza. We’ve got a couple dozen pizzerias in town, and to my knowledge three of them (Valentino, Happy Time and Eldorado) are open until 3 a.m. Friday and Saturday nights for partiers. That’s late for Sweden.

So, why am I complaining about this?

Because the town I grew up in, which is just as small as Falköping, is also home to six supermarkets (counting Safeway, Wildberries, Murphy’s Sunny Brae and Westwood, North Coast Co-Op and Ray’s Food Place, excluding mini-mart types like Greenview Market, Hutchins Grocery and Fourth Street Market on Samoa).

Safeway and Wildberries are probably two largest/most popular of those. Safeway is open 24 hours a day, seven days a week, and Wildberries is open 6 a.m. to midnight daily (same hours as our town’s “most-convenient” store). Even the Co-Op is open from 6 a.m. to 9 p.m. every day, and it has the worst hours of any supermarket in Arcata.

With a 24-hour supermarket, you never have to worry about buying groceries around the store’s schedule.

If you want other food in Arcata at strange hours, there’s Don’s Donuts and Toni’s Restaurant, which are also both open 24 hours. Arcata Pizza and Deli, which offers a lot more than just pizza, also serves the late-night crowd until 11 p.m. Sundays, 1 a.m. Monday through Thursday and 3 a.m. Friday and Saturday.

That’s what I’m used to, which makes the restrictive hours here in Sweden feel even more limited.

Buying Medicine

What Systembolaget is to alcohol, Apoteket is to medicine. Well, the government-owned pharmaceutical monopoly was actually abolished a few years ago — maybe the Swedish government didn’t like being put in the same category as Cuba or North Korea — but in small towns like Falköping, it’s still the only option for medicine.

Apoteket is open from 9 a.m. to 6 p.m. weekdays and 9:30 a.m. to 2 p.m. on Saturday. If you need prescription medication at 2:01 p.m. on Saturday afternoon, you have to wait 43 hours until the pharmacy opens again Monday morning.

That’s crazy, but maybe I say that in part because 24-hour pharmacies are becoming the norm in the United States, now mater how small a town is.

Buying Household Items

Sadly, Ö o B has some of the best hours of any store in town. It’s kind of like a small-scale Walmart — lots of random stuff at cheap (relative to this being Europe) prices. It’s open until 7 on weeknights and 5 on weekends.

Buying Books

Bokia operates several dozen bookstores across Sweden and is one of the largest book chains in the country. It doesn’t seem to be suffering the same fate as U.S. chains that Amazon has essentially put out of business.

Not that I buy a lot of my books at bookstores — I prefer Amazon UK’s selection and prices, even after international shipping — but if I did want to, I would have to do it between 10 a.m. and 6 p.m. on weekdays or 10 a.m. and 2 p.m. on Saturday.

It’s closed on Sundays, of course. What kind of a bookstore is that? I’ve never been a huge recreational reader but I’ve always imagined Sunday is probably the biggest recreational reading day of the week, no?

Buying a Cup of Coffee

Lila blå is our favorite coffee shop in town. They offer the best caffeinated drinks around, hands down. But if I’m not home and want to grab a cup at 6 or 7 in the morning, I’m out of luck. They never open before 8, close at 3 p.m. on Saturdays and are closed on Sundays.

Banking

I bank at Nordea and I often wonder why, because there are a couple of banks with slightly better hours.

If I need to go exchange currency or do an international transfer, which are pretty much the only things I can’t do online, I have to do it before 1 p.m.

Yes, my bank closes at 1 p.m. all but one day a week (it’s open until 6 on Thursday, likely dictated by Systembolaget’s extended hours that day of the week).

These limited hours aren’t unique to small Swedish towns. It’s not much better in the few big cities.

Why?

If any of this has surprised you, you’re probably wondering why it is this way.

As far as I can tell, there’s absolutely no demand for it to change. This is how it’s been for a long time and this is what Swedes are used to. Consumer preferences will never prompt an extension of opening hours. It’s obviously only expatriates like myself who have a problem with it.

There’s another reason, though, which has to do with how well Sweden treats its employees. There are countless perks for workers, such as at least five weeks of paid vacation every year.

The benefit here that I believe discourages any business from considering an extension of its hours is “OB,” which basically means inconvenient/uncomfortable working hours.

If somebody works during these hours, they automatically earn an hourly supplement to their fixed monthly salary. It varies a bit from employer to employer and I could be wrong with these details but it’s my understanding that many employers offer both a regular supplement for “simple” inconvenient hours and a double supplement for hours that are “particularly inconvenient.”

Double inconvenient hours are paid on holidays, all hours between 6 p.m. on Fridays and 6 a.m. on Mondays and all other time between 10 p.m. or 11 p.m. and 6 a.m.

I understand that some industries in the U.S. offer similar differentials and that there are jobs where employees earn double-time or night shift differentials, but it’s not nearly as standard as it is here. My last newspaper could never have paid me a differential like that. My typical shift was 3 p.m. to almost midnight, often on weekends, too. That extra money would have added up fast.

If a Swedish grocery store tried to remain open 24 hours a day, it would go out of business paying its employees for all the “inconvenient hours” they would work.

Sweden’s restrictive business hours will never improve. There’s no demand for it and even if there were, a massive overhaul of labor laws would be necessary to make it economically feasible for businesses.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Monday, January 23, 2012

I never realized how spoiled I was in Sacramento, a short 90-minute drive from major Tahoe resorts.

I mean, California snow is garbage compared to the “cold smoke” I rode on in Montana, but that’s not a fair comparison. Most Swedes don’t even believe I snowboarded in a state that movies portray as looking entirely like a beach. Point being, I was lucky I got to ride as often as I did during those five winters.

I’ve only hit the slopes twice in one-and-a-half winters in a country that movies portray as looking predominantly like the North Pole. How ironic is that?

Thing is, it has to be cold for snow. In California that means going to high elevations. In Sweden, we have our northern latitude to thank for low temperatures, even at low elevations.

The highest point, Kebnekaise in the far north, has a peak of 2,111 meters (a little under 7,000 feet). And there’s not even any commercial skiing around there. Several Tahoe resorts have a higher elevation than that — at their base.

We live in southern Sweden and most of the big resorts are many hours north. We’re fortunate to have a tiny mountain in our town (average elevation of just 230 meters, 750 feet). Most of the neighboring cities have nothing.

Falköping Alpin only has two runs I can really use, “Slalombacken” and ”Mittlöpan,” the longer of which is a very short 400 meters (a quarter-mile).

I had Slalombacken mostly to myself on Sunday after a decent storm Saturday night.

Here's a view looking up Slalombacken I shot on a bluebird day last winter.

To the far right is Mittlöpan on the same day, with a few medium kickers.

It's rather underwhelming and gets old fast, but beggars can’t be choosers and considering that I can walk there from our apartment in less than 20 minutes and a lift pass runs a little more than $20 USD, I can’t complain too much.

Sure, there are only rope tows, since chairlifts aren’t feasible for such short distances.

And it takes about 30 seconds to speed down the steepest run, but it’s something. And I don’t have to take an overnight train to get some action.

Though I do plan to make a trek to the north in the near future to experience the famed Åre resort pictures below.